The Distant Temple

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The obsidian mirror was cold in your hand, a slab of volcanic glass that felt less like an object and more like a wound you had carried for twenty years. You were Elias Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, forty-two years old, and your knuckles were white around the frame because if you let go, the thing would shatter, and if it shattered, General Vane’s last whisper would be the only truth left...

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